Michael looked out and saw something on the roof of the treehouse, we thought it might be an owl. Crept down the garden and got within a couple of metres, it seems to be very young and fluffy and was sheltering in the lea of the trunk - the wind has been relentless this week. Think it was sleeping, which is how we got so close, then I stepped on a twig - very Ealing comedy - and it swivelled it's head round and gave me good look over but didn't fly away. We stood looking at each other for a long while, the markings on it's feathers are exquisite. It's as close as we'll get to being on safari but it felt as magical as coming across a leopard and just sitting watching, both as intrigued as each other.
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